Baruch Spinoza

Baruch Spinoza

“Like golden mist, the west lights up

The window. The diligent manuscript

Awaits, already laden with infinity.200px-Spinoza

Someone is building God in the twilight.

A man engenders God. He is a Jew

Of sad eyes and citrine skin.

Time carries him as the river carries

A leaf in the downstream water.

No matter. The enchanted one insists

And shapes God with delicate geometry.

Since his illness, since his birth,

He goes on constructing God with the


The mightiest love was granted him

Love that does not expect to be


– Jorge Luis Borges translated by Yirmiyahu Yovel

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